I am a part- time insomniac.
There are nights my head hits the pillow and I’m OUT.
And then there are nights when I lie in bed, my body, perfectly still, my mind, running 75 miles an hour—just…thinking…
God! I have a million things on my to-do list, and it never stops growing!
How on earth can I personally fix all the millions of problems all around the world, when I can’t even finish folding my laundry?
I scroll through my newsfeed mindlessly. Did you know it’s possible to reach the end of the internet? Where it just says “you’ve seen everything now! Turn it off now!!”
The ceiling has no advice…why can’t I quiet my monkey mind?
I try breathing…in and out…
I try to clear my head…and just focus
…focus on my breath…
just listen to the silence…
just listen to my clock, ticking…
and once in a while, the faucet dripping..
I hear the cat playing soccer with a piece of plastic in the other room…
I hear a rhythm…
a symphony of quiet cacophony
…and then…out of the darkness…
a wordless melody emerges;
a niggun…
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